Couple's Counselor - The Trickster

Tricksters are interesting beings. Blessed with reality altering powers, they can alter objects, people, thoughts, anything you can imagine really. But Tricksters aren’t humans per say. They take our appearance, use our language to communicate, they wear or clothes, eat and breathe like normal people, but they most definitely aren’t people. They don’t have our base desires, our impulses, and our needs. Wielding unlimited power, they don’t thirst for global domination, riches, and fame, as all those things would be easily within their grasp, too easily. Instead, they take their life’s pleasure in messing with people, changing them, their jobs, their relationship, their bodies and even their thoughts, leaving them stuck in a new undesired life. People changed this way usually remember who they were before, but their new personalities are overpowering, and so they are stuck acting like the people they become, whether they like it or not. Sometimes, the changes have some reason and meaning behind them, some kind of twisted lesson the Trickster thinks it is providing to its poor and helpless victims, other times it is just change for the sake of change, a change for fun, at least in the strange creature’s eyes.

A new day, and such potential for chaos and fun. It had been a while since its last outing, and now the Trickster was ready for more fun. All it needed was a little inspiration. It didn’t want just rampant chaos today, it wanted to do an impactful, structured change. But what exactly? Still unsure, it left its apartment, this time taking the form of an adult woman, and set about the town, searching for something that would spark its imagination and get it going.

So, it wandered around the town, stopping at different spots with different kinds of people to see if anything would give it any ideas. Of course, it could hardly refrain from making one or two small changes here and there, to see if those would inspire it. A medical student having lunch would find that she could only cum from self-stimulation, regular sex not doing it for her anymore. A man in a business suit having an argument over the phone suddenly had the voice of a 13-year-old girl, to see how intimidating he sounded then. A 40-year-old mom and her 18-year-old daughter were out shopping when they suddenly switched bodies, like a Freaky Friday situation, except there would be no swapping back at the end of this movie. Hopefully, the daughter enjoyed sleeping with her dad from now on, and the mom was ready to go back to school again.

All these changes were fun, but ultimately meaningless. Today the Trickster wanted something more, it wanted to solve problems. So, when he reached a small building which advertised for counseling, it knew it had something. Smiling, it went in and walked up to the reception desk, where a cute young girl dressed in a professional attire was waiting.

“Hello, do you have an appointment today miss?” The young woman asked the Trickster, smile on her face, oblivious to the danger she was in.

“No and I don’t need one.” The Trickster replied, snapping its fingers at the receptionist.

In a moment, the respectable young woman was gone, replaced by a sexy parody of herself. Her body hadn’t actually changed, but her hair, makeup and clothing were more fit for a pornstar than a receptionist. She looked confused for a few seconds, her mouth open, eyes vacant, her dumbed down brain trying to process what was happening. In the end, she snapped back to focus, abandoning the idea of figuring out what the Trickster meant by that, and just giggled vapidly.

“Okee dokee then. Well, if you don’t need an appointment, well you can totally just go in, I guess.”

She shrugged, and went back to her computer, where her emails and schedules had been replaced by porn sites and pictures of well-hung men, as she not so subtly started masturbating under her desk. There we go, that would make her job a lot more fun from now on, the Trickster thought as it made its way to the Therapist’s office. The woman was reading some notes when the creature, in the shape of a brunette woman, walked into the room. She looked up, and then a confused look appeared on her face when she didn’t recognize the person before her.

“Wait, you’re not Ms. Daniels… I am sorry but we don’t do walk-in appointments, if you need a consultation, you can book an appointment with my assistant Cindy outside.”

“I don’t think Cindy will be competent enough to take any appointments anymore… As for yourself, I see you are still pretending to be a qualified Therapist, aren’t you George? When you know very well that I am the only Counselor here, and you are just a client, a man with a Compulsive Masturbation Disorder that we have been trying to treat unsuccessfully for months now.”

At first the woman was outraged. How dare this stranger talk to her like that? Then she started feeling strange, her clothing fitting oddly on her bulking frame, until it ripped apart, leaving her naked and revealing her now very male body. He was about to complain, when he found himself staring at the Trickster’s cleavage, his dick becoming hard and his hand flying to it, unable to stop himself from furiously masturbating while ogling his counselor.

“I see your condition has not improved since last time we met George… I am sorry to say that there is nothing else I can do for you. Your condition is completely uncurable, and it seems you will never recover from this compulsion. I hope you can try to manage it a little bit in the future, although seeing how you can hardly stop jerking off even while we meet, I doubt that’s ever going to happen. Please try not to jizz on Cindy on your way out.”

George grunted, his breathing strained and his eyes convulsing in pleasure as he stroked his cock feverishly, even as he walked out the door. A low bestial moan and a high-pitched scream indicated that he had failed in his task and came as soon as he saw the bimbo of a secretary outside the door, making the Trickster smirk contently. Looks like Cindy would have some cleaning up to do before she could go back to watching porn, it thought as it started looking at the files that the Therapist was checking earlier. It took only a few minutes before the next clients walked into the room.

“Mr. and Ms. Daniels! Welcome, come have a seat! Watch out for the sperm stains on the floor.”

The pair looked utterly confused, from seeing Cindy the incompetent Bimbo at the front desk, the nudist masturbating outside the building, and now their usual Counselor being replaced by this younger woman who they never saw before in their lives.

“I am sorry, but who are you? And where is Hannah? What is happening with this place today?”

“George… I mean Hannah couldn’t make it today, she had her hands full with something quite big I am afraid. But not to worry! I will be able to help you out with your couple’s counseling I am quite certain. My name is Stella Fortune, but you can call me miss Fortune. Now tell me, what brings you here today?”

Normally Paul and Betty would have rescheduled their appointment rather than deal with this stranger for their therapy, but the Trickster’s influence was absolute, so they sat down in their usual spot, and started talking.

“You see, Paul and I have been married a few years now, and while we still love each other very much, there are certain things that are starting to weigh on the relationship. For example, he never seems to listen to me! Whenever I ask something, he says yes, no problem, but then I always have to go after him, or just do it myself. Or when I remind him of important appointments, he always forgets them right away, and I have to keep reminding him or else he misses them! It’s like he completely ignores me all the time!” Betty seemed exasperated, and Paul on his end was just rolling his eyes, like he didn’t agree at all with what she was saying.

“Thank you, Betty. And how about you Paul, what would you say is the main strain on your relationship?”

“I love my wife and she is gorgeous, but the sex is horrible, when we have any! She always makes up excuses, headaches, tired, sore from her workout. And she never wants to try anything new, it’s always the same old stuff with her. I know there is more than sex in a relationship, and I enjoy everything about her, if only our sex life could have a little more variety to it! Is that really too much to ask?” Betty sighed in an exaggerated manner at his statement. Obviously, this was not the first time they had this conversation, and both of them were getting tired of the same things being put on the table as being the issue in their marriage. Lucky for them the Trickster was here to fix up their relationship once and for all, in a quite permanent manner. Scribbling some notes and making a concentrated face, the creatures feminine visage lit up, an idea having formed into its brain, fueled by its victims’ complaints.

“I think I found a solution for the both of you!” The Trickster was very obviously very proud of its surge of inspiration, and couldn’t wait to share it with her clients, soon to be victims. “The issue is, you aren’t fit to be together as man and wife. You Paul do not need a boring wife to do the same thing over and over again with. What you need to spice up your life is a mistress, to let you experience all kinds of new things. As for your, Betty, you do not need a stubborn husband more preoccupied with his hockey games and beer to be listening to you. What you need is an obedient little pet at your side, forever loyal and at your service, ready to listen to your every order.”

The couple gave incredulous looks to the would-be Therapist, then to each other, more than sceptic.

“A you actually suggesting that my husband fuck a girl on the side and that I get myself a cat or something?” Betty asked, clearly getting angry at the woman in front of her.

“Oh no nothing like that! I make couples get along better with one another, not break them up. I just need to adjust you a little, to make you match each other’s ideal partner better. Let’s start with you Betty dear. You don’t look much like a mistress, do you? You look like a plain old boring wife… Lets fix that, shall we? First, I think you should have bigger tits, round and perky. And how about a more exotic look? Basic white girl isn’t interesting, you have to look foreign, with a bit of an accent. And you need to be taller! With exceptionally long legs and a lithe figure! Clothing wise you should always be wearing sexy, revealing outfits, not like this drab thing you have on now. There much better! And now about that attitude of yours… If you want to be a true mistress you have to be more dominating, less meek. Never let anyone step on your toes and let them know who is in charge around here! Never take no for an answer. Finally, Betty is way too meek of a name for a sexy, powerful mistress like you. You should be called Natasha from now on, that name imposes respect at the same time as being sexy, like you now are!”

Betty was outraged, however as she tried to interrupt the fake therapist in front of her, she found she was speechless, frozen in place by some foul magic. Glancing sideways, she could see that Paul was likewise stuck in place, his eyes staring wide at her, panicked. Looking down, she saw the source of his fear. As the Trickster spoke, so did the changes happen. Her breasts had already ballooned out, straining against her shirt, the tent in her outfit suggesting the size of the mountains that was now beneath it. Her skin was quicky darkening, looking at first like she had a healthy tan, then going past that, until she actually looked foreign. Then her legs shot out beneath her, as she became taller and thinner everywhere except on her ample curves, and her regular clothing shifted into a dress the barely covered her crotch and her tits, with a pair of stripper high heels. Finally, her mind shifted, her look of panic and fear replaced by a sneer of superiority and disdain. She was too good for this puny man, and she would make sure he learned that lesson as soon as she regained control of her body. Deep down Betty was still there, terrified, and helpless, but Natasha was going to be in control of this body from now on.

As for Paul, he was still staring at his altered wife, mouth gaping in shock, feeling confused and afraid, but also very aroused by her exotic and sexy look, eyes darting to her enlarged tits every few seconds. Then the Trickster focused on him, and his attention snapped back to the almighty creature in front of him, which could so easily alter reality to its slightest whim.

“And now your turn, Paul. So assertive, tall, and manly, you do not have the proper qualities a good pet should have. Let’s take those away now, shall we? First of all, pets don’t wear clothes, so we are going to do away with those, there that’s better. But you are even more dreadful to look at naked! Pets should be small and cute, a pleasure to look at, so let’s adjust that. That ugly thing between your legs…. Gone! Lone blonde hair, adorable face, big tits and a perky butt, there we go! But pets don’t sit in chairs now do they? Off! On the ground with you! On all fours, no more standing up for you, ever. Same goes with your voice, pets don’t speak, they bark and yip. Let’s crank up the obedience meter, that way it is still you in there, but no matter what happens you will never be able to disobey your mistress’ orders. Finally, a harness and color with a proper name tag for our little puppy. Princess! Isn’t that cute? I bet you can’t even remember your old name, can you doggy? Now you only respond to your new one, which is much more appropriate with your new form, don’t you agree?”

Paul was dumbstruck, trying to fight the magic holding him in place to cover his body as his clothes vanished into thin air, leaving him sitting naked on the office couch. Then he started changing as the Trickster spoke, describing his new body. Blonde hair tumbled past his feminized face, figure becoming short and delicate as all is body hair fell out, leaving his skin smooth and pale. Waist caved in, breasts and ass bloomed out, and dick shriveled up into a clean-shaven slit, all in the open and for everyone to see due to his now permanent state of nudity. He fell to the floor, on his hands and knees, and even if he had been able to move, he would not be able to stand on his feet, nor would he ever again. Finally, when he heard the Therapist shout his new name, he couldn’t help but perk up in response, as if his own name were called. Speaking of his old name, he was indeed having issues recalling what it was… It started with a P, didn’t it? Princess, yes that was it! Wait no that was his new name, but why did it feel so familiar… Then the Trickster was done and released its grip on the changed couple. Immediately Princess try to crawl away, before a leash materialized in her mistress’s hand.

“Princess heel! Sit! Stand! Good girl!”

Immediately as Natasha started shouting orders, the pet girl found herself unable to do anything else than obey her mistress like a loyal puppy. She shuffled back to her, sitting on her haunches, and raising her front paws, presenting her very human breasts in front of her. The Trickster smiled happily, clearly very proud of her handiwork.

“See! I told you that you would be a perfect fit for one another! Once I did a few adjustments, of course, but nevertheless, now you get to stay together forever, and your problems are solved! Natasha, you never have to worry about your spouse not listening to you anymore, she will be forever loyal! And you, Princess, will never be bored with sex ever again, as you can now discover all the wonders of the female body, and once you get used to that, I am sure your sexually adventurous mistress will be more than happy to push your boundaries and make you experiment further, and further and further. Her depraved mind has very few limits, and your absolutely obedient one will have no choice but to submit to every sordid idea she has, be it with toys, men, or other dogs like you. I am sure that in time you will enjoy being your neighbor’s dog fuck toy. Or not, I don’t particularly care. All that counts is that you got what you asked for. Maybe not what you wanted but oh well, I am pretty happy with the result, and the both of you seem to be as well, even though I am fairly sure deep-down Betty and Paul don’t agree with me. Have a good life my pretties and have fun!”

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